the wisdom of father brown-第32章
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They followed him on to the island； just under the tower； and Father Brown； whether from the mere touch of dry land； or the interest of something on the other bank of the river （which he stared at very hard for some seconds）； seemed singularly improved in briskness。 They entered a wooded avenue between two fences of thin greyish wood； such as often enclose parks or gardens； and over the top of which the dark trees tossed to and fro like black and purple plumes upon the hearse of a giant。 The tower； as they left it behind； looked all the quainter； because such entrances are usually flanked by two towers； and this one looked lopsided。 But for this； the avenue had the usual appearance of the entrance to a gentleman's grounds； and； being so curved that the house was now out of sight； somehow looked a much larger park than any plantation on such an island could really be。 Father Brown was； perhaps； a little fanciful in his fatigue； but he almost thought the whole place must be growing larger； as things do in a nightmare。 Anyhow； a mystical monotony was the only character of their march； until Fanshaw suddenly stopped； and pointed to something sticking out through the grey fence something that looked at first rather like the imprisoned horn of some beast。 Closer observation showed that it was a slightly curved blade of metal that shone faintly in the fading light。
Flambeau； who like all Frenchmen had been a soldier； bent over it and said in a startled voice： 〃Why； it's a sabre！ I believe I know the sort； heavy and curved； but shorter than the cavalry； they used to have them in artillery and the〃
As he spoke the blade plucked itself out of the crack it had made and came down again with a more ponderous slash； splitting the fissiparous fence to the bottom with a rending noise。 Then it was pulled out again； flashed above the fence some feet further along； and again split it halfway down with the first stroke； and after waggling a little to extricate itself （accompanied with curses in the darkness） split it down to the ground with a second。 Then a kick of devilish energy sent the whole loosened square of thin wood flying into the pathway； and a great gap of dark coppice gaped in the paling。
Fanshaw peered into the dark opening and uttered an exclamation of astonishment。 〃My dear Admiral！〃 he exclaimed； 〃do youer do you generally cut out a new front door whenever you want to go for a walk？〃
The voice in the gloom swore again； and then broke into a jolly laugh。 〃No；〃 it said； 〃I've really got to cut down this fence somehow； it's spoiling all the plants； and no one else here can do it。 But Ill only carve another bit off die front door； and then come out and welcome you。〃
And sure enough； he heaved up his weapon once more； and； hacking twice； brought down another and similar strip of fence； making the opening about fourteen feet wide in all。 Then through this larger forest gateway he came out into the evening light； with a chip of grey wood sticking to his sword…blade。
He momentarily fulfilled all Fanshaw's fable of an old piratical Admiral； though the details seemed afterwards to decompose into accidents。 For instance； he wore a broad…brimmed hat as protection against the sun； but the front flap of it was turned up straight to the sky； and the two corners pulled down lower than the ears； so that it stood across his forehead in a crescent like the old cocked hat worn by Nelson。 He wore an ordinary dark…blue jacket； with nothing special about the buttons； but the combination of it with white linen trousers somehow had a sailorish look。 He was tall and loose； and walked with a sort of swagger； which was not a sailor's roll； and yet somehow suggested it； and he held in his hand a short sabre which was like a navy cutlass； but about twice as big。 Under the bridge of the hat his eagle face looked eager； all the more because it was not only clean…shaven； but without eyebrows。 It seemed almost as if all the hair had come off his face from his thrusting it through a throng of elements。 His eyes were prominent and piercing。 His colour was curiously attractive； while partly tropical； it reminded one vaguely of a blood…orange。 That is； that while it was ruddy and sanguine； there was a yellow in it that was in no way sickly； but seemed rather to glow like gold apples of the Hesperides Father Brown thought he had never seen a figure so expressive of all the romances about the countries of the Sun。
When Fanshaw had presented his two friends to their host he fell again into a tone of rallying the latter about his wreckage of the fence and his apparent rage of profanity。 The Admiral pooh…poohed it at first as a piece of necessary but annoying garden work； but at length the ring of real energy came back into his laughter； and he cried with a mixture of impatience and good humour：
〃Well； perhaps I do go at it a bit rabidly； and feel a kind of pleasure in smashing anything。 So would you if your only pleasure was in cruising about to find some new Cannibal Islands； and you had to stick on this muddy little rockery in a sort of rustic pond。 When I remember how I've cut down a mile and a half of green poisonous jungle with an old cutlass half as sharp as this； and then remember I must stop here and chop this matchwood； because of some confounded old bargain scribbled in a family Bible； why； I〃
He swung up the heavy steel again； and this time sundered the wall of wood from top to bottom at one stroke。
〃I feel like that；〃 he said laughing； but furiously flinging the sword some yards down the path； 〃and now let's go up to the house； you must have some dinner。〃
The semicircle of lawn in front of the house was varied by three circular garden beds； one of red tulips； a second of yellow tulips； and the third of some white； waxen…looking blossoms that the visitors did not know and presumed to be exotic。 A heavy； hairy and rather sullen…looking gardener was hanging up a heavy coil of garden hose。 The corners of the expiring sunset which seemed to cling about the corners of the house gave glimpses here and there of the colours of remoter flowerbeds； and in a treeless space on one side of the house opening upon the river stood a tall brass tripod on which was tilted a big brass telescope。 Just outside the steps of the porch stood a little painted green garden table； as if someone had just had tea there。 The entrance was flanked with two of those half…featured lumps of stone with holes for eyes that are said to be South Sea idols； and on the brown oak beam across the doorway were some confused carvings that looked almost as barbaric。
As they passed indoors； the little cleric hopped suddenly on to the table； and standing on it peered unaffectedly through his spectacles at the mouldings in the oak。 Admiral Pendragon looked very much astonished； though not particularly annoyed； while Fanshaw was so amused with what looked like a performing pigmy on his little stand； that he could not control his laughter。 But Father Brown was not likely to notice either the laughter or the astonishment。
He was gazing at three carved symbols； which； though very worn and obscure； seemed still to convey some sense to him。 The first seemed to be the outline of some tower or other building； crowned with what looked like curly…pointed ribbons。 The second was clearer： an old Elizabethan galley with decorative waves beneath it； but interrupted in the middle by a curious jagged rock； which was either a fault in the wood or some conventional representation of the water coming in。 The third represented the upper half of a human figure； ending in an escalloped line like the waves； the face was rubbed and featureless； and both arms were held very stiffly up in the air。
〃Well；〃 muttered Father Brown； blinking； 〃here is the legend of the Spaniard plain enough。 Here he is holding up his arms and cursing in the sea； and here are the two curses： the wrecked ship and the burning of Pendragon Tower。〃
Pendragon shook his head with a kind of venerable amusement。 〃And how many other things might it not be？〃 he said。 〃Don't you know that that sort of half…man； l
